Dark Ages
Years of famine and years of sigh
Reaping our land that fell from crest
Creatures, serfs and men hung high
Yet no remedy
What will ever please our Gods?
Gather the chiefs and sages
What will save the tomorrow
From these dark ages
Slay and sacrifice our king
Coat the statues with noble blood
Intensify the holy smoke
With a royal lamb
What will ever please our Gods?
Gather the chiefs and sages
What will save the tomorrow
From these dark ages
Now neither your braves
Your wise, nor gold
So far renowned
Will be of aid now
As the doomsday call
Now you must rise up
To show your steel
Courage of your heart
And soon you'll raise your horn in
Valhalla's hall
Years of famine and years of sigh
Reaping our land that fell from crest
Creatures, serfs and men hung high
Yet no remedy
What will ever please our Gods?
Gather the chiefs and sages
What will save the tomorrow
From these dark ages
What will ever please our Gods?
Gather the chiefs and sages
What will save the tomorrow
From these dark ages